Asiya Bibi- The Water Fetcher

Mother of five and farm worker
To earn her bread and ale
The old routines to fetch water
As await her four angels
The empty stomachs
To fend off hunger and poverty
And yet remains in view
With disdain and hatred,
The old refusal
To the hands and its toil
Cannot you serve us?
You don’t belong to our clan
Cannot you run away?
We have our laws,
We have our might
Follow we will to your place,
Burn we will you to death
Cannot you escape?
We will find you
Through the laws, to the gallows
Take your choice, you are the one
The weak and in fear
As you play havoc in our farms
Your hands are not clean,
Your soul is not to our beliefs
And your body, consume we will
The rights we have derived
As we practise our ignorance
As we invoke laws and its existence
In our tightened chests and minds

The annals of history heavy,
The story of human civilisations
Minorities don’t reflect
Minorities don’t offend
Opinions of the majority
Why will they insult?
There are no grounds
Created out of hatred
These testimonies
As they run riots

Here in the West, where we become
The weak and minorities
How often do we cry and scream
Upon Church of England and Pope,
Even when the options are there,
The freedom in action and through speech
Why only in Pakistan
Driven out of their homes
The death sentences and damage
To their properties and children
This is not Islam they practise
Only the hatred in their hearts
The manifestation of the times unknown
As the games are played
To persecute minorities and weak

The practise that goes unnoticed
These ways of fear and intimidation
Pushed upon them these laws,
Through reasons not religious
The total abyss, in our morals and ethics
All forgotten we have our own,
Prophet for whole mankind and his message

Tied down to the gallows,
The woman and her children
The tales of water fetcher
Her only crime- weak and in fear
Not from the same clan as rest
The embedded irony of our times
As we play havoc in the Garden of Eden…